Him and I

Chapter 1 - Nice To Meet You

I reached over and placed a fresh box of tissues on the glass table in the middle of my office. I really loved my job, I honestly felt like I was making a difference to someone every since day. I spent the last two years building my client list and it had grew so much I had to start referring to other therapists due to my lack of space available.

Since I was eighteen I knew I wanted to go down the route of helping people who felt lost with no where to turn. After all my therapist was there for me since I was sixteen, a very dark time in my life and to be honest if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here today, with my own psychological and counselling business, which is thriving and growing each year.

I checked my diary, I had a new client in at 2pm. I enjoyed meeting new clients and learning about their story and what had brought them to the point of needing someone like me in their life. I checked around my office, making sure it was tidy before adjusting my watch on my wrist. Just as a finished I heard a soft tapping on the door. They were here.

Standing to my feet I adjusted my teal blue silk blouse into my grey skirt. I let out a short breathe before opening the door. In front of me stood a tall man, light brown dampen hair that clung to his head. He had the most beautiful shade of blue eyes, but they looked bored as he leaned against the door frame. His thumbs were placed inside the front pocket of the jeans, he gave off a James Dean kind of vibe by how he dressed.

"Hi, come in. My name is Angelina Rollins" I grinned closing the door after he walked through. He stood looking between the two chairs in the room. "Whichever one you'd feel more comfortable in Mr Ambrose." I smiled.

"You're very professional" He smirked choosing the chair closer to the wall, leaving me with my preferred chair in front of my desk. "And young."

"Thank you, I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable?" I questioned tucking my hands under my legs pushing my skirt down before taking a seat and resting my hands on my lap.

"Nah" He answered shortly throwing an arm around the chair and looking around the office. "This all yours?"

"I rent the property but yes this is my business."

"You've done well for yourself. Your parents are probably super proud." He nodded making eye contact, almost as if he was watching my reaction. When he spoke I could have sworn I heard some from of sarcasm but I chose to ignore it. 

"Yes well we are here to talk about you Mr Ambrose, would you like to do that?"  I asked looking down at my hands before wetting my lips with my tongue. I looked over at Mr Ambrose who sat with a smirk on his face, imitating my actions with his own tongue.

"Did I strike a nerve?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not at all." I replied staring into the blue eyes, he had moved to lean on his knees with his elbows resting at the kneecap watching every move I made.

"Hmm, I don't trust liars." He stated sitting back and placing his arm over the chair once again. He shook his head before rolling it, almost like a twitch.

"Do you think I'm a liar?" I asked shifting in my chair, crossing my legs and placing my hands back onto my lap.

"Well you just lied so you tell me." He prompted giving me a side eye. I didn't know why, but I felt like this man sitting in front of me was a lot smarter than most gave him credit for, especially Dr Harkin who referred him to me.

"Mr Ambrose, I can assure you I am not a liar and I'm here to help if you allow me."

"Again with the professional responses." He laughed throwing his head back. "You should lighten up." He suggested. We sat in silence for a bit, it was like he was studying me and I him. He didn't scare me, if anything he intrigued me.

"Is there anything you'd like to discuss during this time?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"You don't like silence?" He asked looking at his fingers.

"I don't mind silence."

"The sound of silence." He made a clacking noise with his tongue. "So very underrated if I do say so myself. No one can hear you scream in a dead silence." He finished with a smirk, looking over at me, it almost looked sinister. I shifted a little in my chair, I hoped he didn't notice but he did, a chuckle escaping his mouth.

"Doctor Harkin referred you because of some panic attacks you've been having. Would you like to talk about that?"

"I don't have panic attacks" He stated with a very matter of fact tone looking me dead in the eyes. His head tilting to the right as he began to speak again. "I black out."

"Oh, okay he informed me it was panic attacks." I stated unsure so I got up and walked over to my desk, grabbing his file off my table and checking the notes. Panic Attacks was written in bold. "Yes, well it doesn't matter, you're here now. Would you like to talk about it?"

"What about it?" He asked running his tongue along his front teeth.

"Do you remember what happens when you black out?"

"I remember everything."

"Okay, do you feel better or worse after having these blackouts?"

"I feel incredible, I can't say the same for others" He laughed biting down on his bottom lip.

"So others are involved during your blackouts?"

"Oh yes. Wouldn't be much fun otherwise."

"What wouldn't be as much fun Mr Ambrose?" I asked feeling myself leaning forward before catching myself and placing my back onto the chair behind me.

"Now that would be telling, Miss or Mrs?" He asked with a head tilt. I didn't have time to answer when his eyes shot to my left hand. "Miss Lopez" He grinned. Immediately I placed my right hand over my left. It was like a reflex but he caught it and it amused him.

"Isn't that why you're here Mr Ambrose? To talk about it?" I asked trying to bring back some form of control over the session.

"No, I'm here because good ole Doctor Harkin referred me."

"You didn't have to attend the appointment if you didn't want to Mr Ambrose."

"I know but I wanted to" He smirked putting his hands either side of the chair, looking me dead in the eyes as he opened his legs, leaning back on his chair. "I wanted to meet the great Doctor Lopez he wouldn't shut up about." He winked reaching a hand up rubbing his chin. "Is he your boyfriend?" He asked, I felt the bile run up my throat, unfortunately Doctor Harkin was an ex boyfriend of mine who made me sick to think about now.

"Excuse me" I coughed trying to hide my distain for the man.

"That bad?" Mr Ambrose asked biting his left index finger, his eyebrows raised in amusement as he watched me. I just look back at him, it was a question I was not going to answer and I was struggling to come up with another. "Ah okay, this is all about me right?"

"It about helping you, yes" I nodded with a small smile.

"Do you ever break character?" He asked placing his hands back on the sides of the chair.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean Mr Ambrose"

"You will." He winked leaning on the arms of the chair and pushing himself off the chair and heading towards the door. "Same time next week?" He asked looking over his shoulder. I knew in my heart there was another 30 minutes at least left of this session but I wasn't going to stop him.

"Next week." I nodded watching him walk out, the door closing behind him. I felt a sense of relief when the door closed. Not once has a client of mine ever watched or noticed the little things Mr Ambrose happened to pick up on. He was definitely going to be a challenge.

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New Dean Ambrose Story I've been toying with, I hope you like the idea and the concept as there isn't much of this out there so it's definitely a little different. It's going to be like the Sopranos meets Joker and Harley Quinn at some point. 

Love you all. 

Also what a better time to release this than his birthday.

Happy Birthday Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose/Jonathan Good
God himself
❤️🤤